cause there's beauty in the breakdown.

“if it’s toxic, let it breathe elsewhere. stop waiting for bad love to feel good again. stop waiting for bad love to taste sweet. empathy won’t change stone into gold. time won’t change poison into honey.”

“Before you speak, ask yourself: is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve on the silence?”

Grief was what you owed the dead for the necessary crime of living on without them.

Everyday since that bad thing happened, I’ve been practicing                   a spell: how to disappear from yourself, within yourself.

Was it harder to die, or harder to be the one who survived?

If you don’t let it out, the grief becomes a scream trapped inside your soul, a constant cry in the dark, a sob you can never release. So scream, shout, cry, the way the sky does with thunder and lightning and rain…for it knows it is being cleansed, it knows that it’s storm is the only way to release the pain.

Those we love never truly leave us… There are things that death cannot touch.

I want to be a passenger in your car again and shut my eyes while you sit at the wheel, awake and assured in your own private world, seeing all the lines on the road ahead, down a long stretch of empty highway without any other faces in sight. I want to be a passenger in your car again and put my life back in your hands.

“ Let people do what they need to do to make themselves happy. Mind your own business and do what you need to do to stay happy, it’s simple…